Peabody Christmas Tree

Just before we left to drink Fat-Ass Beers on Beale Street, we had our picture taken in front of the giant-great tree in the Peabody lobby. Pretty.

"Duck-Palace" on the Roof

This is the "duck palace" on the roof of the Peabody Hotel where the small sord of ducks lives. It's kinda cute, but hardly palatial. Steffie is with me here, freezing. She's such a sport :)

Cocktails at the Peabody

We stayed for a little while at the Peabody. More Peace Corps people arrived: Amy and Marilyn. Then my friend Steffie made it. So we went up to the roof to see the ducks in their "Duck Palace." I had to put that in quotes. As you will see, it is cute but hardly a palace.

Peabody Ducks

The world famous, Peabody Duck march. Every day at 10am and 5pm the duck-master shepherds the small sord (a group of ducks on the ground according to Wikipedia) from their duck palace on the roof to the fountain in the lobby via the elevator. This is pretty cool. I had the perfect spot, too, until tragedy struck. I was rudely shoved aside when an elderly woman (who was standing up just fine it looked to me) had her family shove a chair in front of me so she could sit and watch. I had to photodocument around her. But I guess it was all okay.

Rendezvous in Memphis - Vegetarian style!

Ginger and Luis came to visit me and Ginger's Peace Corps peeps converged on the city with us. Here we are with Raymond-Waymond-Whiney at the Rendezvous Restaurant that has the best-hyped barbeque in Tennessee. I wouldn't know. They do make a good Greek salad.
One thing, when downtown in Memphis I think it's illegal to sell pitchers of anything except soul-less American beer. We had to get pints or bottles instead.
This night started off three days of solid fun!

Jenny-Tree: Or, Should I get a new Mac?

Well I am about to be fed up with myself for not knowing my own freaking password. Actually, it's not my fault. It's the fault of the patriarchy. If I were a dude I would have made more money than I did when I was working and would have been able to buy a new Mac back when this one got hit by lightening. But NO, I'm female so I'm underpaid and undervalued and if I'm competent people will think I'm a bitch and if I'm friendly people will think I'm incompetent. That's the meaning of OPPRESSION, people! When no options are good so you get squozen in. Anyway, so, I had to call some shade-tree techie who met me in a parking lot and replaced my hard drive, resetting the passwords and he apparently misspelled my regular password so I can't upgrade anything anymore. I can't download any new programs. I'm basically trapped, frozen in time. I LOVE this little MiniMac of mine but some days it just gets to me. ARRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!
On the plus side, I have a good friend who will do my photoshopping for me. So I get to be a Christmas Tree for Solstice!

Random Monkey Picture

Ifound this by accident, looking for something else, and it was so weird and cute I had to post it. I guess it's real. It was on a sort of news-feed site from the Emirates but I could never find the actual article. The caption said it was twin baby albino monkeys.